There was an artist in the city of Kouroo who was disposed to strive after perfection.

One day it came into his mind to make a staff. Having considered that in an imperfect work time is an ingredient, but into a perfect work time does not enter, he said to himself, It shall be perfect in all respects, though I should do nothing else in my life.

He proceeded instantly to the forest for wood, being resolved that it should not be made of unsuitable material; and as he searched for and rejected stick after stick, his friends gradually deserted him, for they grew old in their works and died, but he grew not older by a moment.

His singleness of purpose and resolution, and his elevated piety, endowed him, without his knowledge, with perennial youth. As he made no compromise with Time, Time kept out of his way, and only sighed at a distance because he could not overcome him.

Before he had found a stock in all respects suitable the city of Kouroo was a hoary ruin, and he sat on one of its mounds to peel the stick. Before he had given it the proper shape the dynasty of the Candahars was at an end, and with the point of the stick he wrote the name of the last of that race in the sand, and then resumed his work.

By the time he had smoothed and polished the staff Kalpa was no longer the pole-star; and ere he had put on the ferule and the head adorned with precious stones, Brahma had awoke and slumbered many times.
But why do I stay to mention these things?

When the finishing stroke was put to his work, it suddenly expanded before the eyes of the astonished artist into the fairest of all the creations of Brahma. He had made a new system in making a staff, a world with fun and fair proportions; in which, though the old cities and dynasties had passed away, fairer and more glorious ones had taken their places. And now he saw by the heap of shavings still fresh at his feet, that, for him and his work, the former lapse of time had been an illusion, and that no more time had elapsed than is required for a single scintillation from the brain of Brahma to fall on and inflame the tinder of a mortal brain.

The material was pure, and his art was pure; how could the result be other than wonderful?

Whoever thinks Westerns really have anything to do with the old West, haven’t really watched them all that closely.

I saw “Appaloosa” recently. As far as Westerns go, it’s Okay. However, I was really struck by the last line of the movie, to such an extent, I rented the DVD as soon as it came out to catch it again. And then I noticed how the opening lines and the final lines tied the whole movie together.

…from opening dialogBut life has a way of making the foreseeable that which never happens
and the unforeseeable that which your life becomes.

…last line of movie
As for the unforeseeable, well it was out there waiting for me.
I headed straight into the setting sun and rode West at an easy pace.
It was gonna be a long ride and there was no reason to hurry.
– Hitch (Viggo Mortensen) from Appaloosa

And he said “everything out here ain’t what it seems
And when you’re down to nothing Just go ahead and dream
Face the fact that you’re circle in a world full of squares
Trading sorrows for tomorrows, now that’s the hobo’s prayer”
-Hobo’s Prayer by Marty Stewart

I saw Shakedown playing on the Veranda at the Pisces Rising Restaurant in Mt Dora, Florida.
A three piece band made up of two Parmalee brothers, Jerry and Don, who both play multiple instruments along with Larry Smith on Lead Guitar and vocals.

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